Stone Age by ML Banner Page B

she decided to make the quick journey to Clear Lake Michigan, figuring it would be good for her and Danny.  He was off, plus she was done with her schooling until next semester and her aerobics class was finished for the summer as well.  She thought, why not get the vacation started right away, visit the lake and then back to Chicago late tomorrow before flying to Tucson to meet up with Mom and Dad and hang at the ocean at Rocky Point.  She would make any excuse to visit the water.
    She loved the water so much that when she graduated from University of Illinois in Computer Science, she was going to get a job in California or Florida or any place she could be by water all the time and be warm.  Like her mom, she hated the cold.  Michigan was beautiful during the summer, but it sucked during the winter, and so did Chicago.
    The sound of an older throaty engine echoed on the lake, then grew louder as the old girl announced its approach with pride.  A classic Woody promenaded by, with its occupants happily waving at Darla.  She didn’t recognize them.
    The community surrounding Clear Lake was a close one, so it was not surprising that every third or fourth boat or jet skier waved at Darla.  Most remembered Darla, her sister, and brother from her parents bringing her here over the years.  Just like her parents, everyone seemed to know her grandparents.  That meant lots of people would be coming by to visit, even during her short stay.  Darla never minded.  In fact, she thought it was pretty cool that so many people cared about her and her family.
    Another engine sounded.  This one was testosterone-filled, its pistons pumping more rapidly.  Within a couple seconds, it floated into view.  This time, its driver was someone she recognized.  It was Steve-Something. Cute , she thought to herself, as Steve Something drove by waving.  She couldn’t help herself. Grabbing her Droid phone, she surreptitiously snapped a photo of him and his boat with her right hand, while waving with her left.  For just one moment, her eyes locked into his, her heart fluttered, and then Steve passed out of sight.  She opened her mail app, started a new email, selected Sally’s email address from her contacts and started typing out her message.
    OMG, I just saw Steve-I-Can ’t-Remember-His-Name…  You remember him, my knight in shining armor who saved me many summers ago.  I also don’t remember him being that cute.  Of course, we’ve both grown up since then.
    Darla added the picture to her e mail.  
    He just boated past me in a …
    She squinted at the picture, trying to remember the model.  Holding her thumb on the picture, an app popped up with choices.  She chose Google Googles and then Search.  About a second later, a search result page appeared with an exact match, a Cigarette 3 9 Top Gun.  Returning to her email, she pressed her forefinger to the last letter of her email and selected paste.
    … Cigarette 39 Top Gun.  Not sure which was hotter.  Wish you were here.  See you in a few days. 
    Love, D
    She pressed the Send button and a swoosh sound announced its sent status.
    “Can I join you?”  Her grandpa announced, still wearing his pajamas, but looking stylish in them.
    “Sure.  Good morning, Poppy.”  She pushed up from the chair, making a smoochie-face and accepting his kiss on her cheek.
    “Was that Steve Parkington who passed by in the boat?”  He asked, taking the chair next to Darla.
    “Parkington.  I forgot his last name.  I don’t remember him being that good looking.  I hope we’ll get to see him while I’m here.”
    “You will tonight,” Fred King grinned at granting his granddaughter’s wish.  “Steve and his parents, John and Uta, will be here.  They’re all coming over for tonight’s barbeque.”
    “Really?  Awesome.  I’m glad I brought a proper swimsuit ensemble with me.  I remember Steve, of course, but I don’t remember his parents,” she declared, trying to take